"Are we starting?" Bihter asked. "Because I have a piano lesson at five, and my husband’s nephew is waiting in the car."

"I've been telling you!" Fatmagül sobbed. "I'm the one with the tragic backstory and the sheep!"

"Wait," the Judge whispered, putting on his glasses. "The one in the cardigan... she’s actually crying because she’s sad? Not because she’s being manipulative and dramatic?"

The room went silent. The prosecutor looked at Fatmagül. Then at Bihter. Then back at Fatmagül.

The courtroom was packed. Every auntie in Turkey was there, clutching their prayer beads in one hand and a smartphone in the other. In the center of the room stood Fatmagül, looking small in her floral cardigan, her eyes wide with confusion.

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"Are we starting?" Bihter asked. "Because I have a piano lesson at five, and my husband’s nephew is waiting in the car."

"I've been telling you!" Fatmagül sobbed. "I'm the one with the tragic backstory and the sheep!" FatmagГјlГјn SuГ§u Yok Biz Onu Bihter SandД±k

"Wait," the Judge whispered, putting on his glasses. "The one in the cardigan... she’s actually crying because she’s sad? Not because she’s being manipulative and dramatic?" "Are we starting

The room went silent. The prosecutor looked at Fatmagül. Then at Bihter. Then back at Fatmagül. "The one in the cardigan

The courtroom was packed. Every auntie in Turkey was there, clutching their prayer beads in one hand and a smartphone in the other. In the center of the room stood Fatmagül, looking small in her floral cardigan, her eyes wide with confusion.